The Wine of the Divine

To drink the wine of the divine

And slowly dine with death

The wash of fever, the reaper's cleaver

And a loss of my own breath

To feel the cold begin to mold,

Break and decay my soul

A helpless state, with no debate

Where I was without control

Wretchedly rapturous

Creatures capture us

My mind, body and soul began to split

I lost my movement along with wit

torn apart

No place to start

All was fear

Forever near

The daybreak of love was not so clear wondering when my true self would come back here

I am lost

Come help me dear